Rome
the torture detachment
is this some kind of confession? 
am i obliged to let you speak? 
are you still wondering whether 
our actions are ever 
completely pure? 
how could i be sure 
when all thieves lose their composure 
when starvation is forcing its way through the trees 
all the way down to the beach 
mourn for me 
as the sounds fall asleep 
smother me 
with your mad charity 
with your poisonous mercy 
smother me with charity 
so we seek out the lonely roads 
to rush towards the useless 
and leave this riot of blossoms 
to the simple minds 
if you decide to accept my offer 
to understand this sacrifice 
think of me as inanimate matter 
to hide me from their lies 
so let me yearn for you 
as you have yearned for me 
this storm has left us stranded 
but there's method to this madness 
torture me with their ugliness 
and their ugly dreams 
hidden from the eyes of men 
what courage 
what foolishness 
what strength 
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